According to the writer of the best-selling crime novel ever to have been published in the city of Ankh-Morpork, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse.
And Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many, many bodies and an ancient crime more terrible than murder.
He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches, and occasionally snookered and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a finding, there must be a chase and there must be a punishment.
They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. But not quite all.
First of the Sam Vimes books that I’ve read in a while.
Sam, his wife and child go on holiday to stay in one of their large estates, and it’s not long before Sam gets involved in the mass disappearance of the local goblins, and he gets implicated in the death of one of the girls. Really what’s happening is that the goblins (who are classed as vermin) are being treated as slave labour and are being taken out to the plantations to grow tobacco (for the “snuff” of the title). It takes Vimes and the local constabulary to sort this out, which includes the local magistrates believing they are above the law.
Not the best of the best – there’s a few loose threads that could have been tightened up or dropped altogether – but still a goodie.